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Chapter 855 No Man's Land (rd update, please subscribe)

Songkhla Airport was built by the Japanese during the war. A few years ago, the airport was modernized and not only a concrete runway was laid, but also the world's most advanced MiG-15 fighter jets were deployed last year. Not only that, there are even Soviet advisers who train Siamese Air Force pilots here, most of whom have experience in air combat on the peninsula.

This day was destined to be an unforgettable day for the Siamese Air Force officers and soldiers at the Songkhla base.

"Comrade Commander. According to the report from the 02 radar station, the radar detected an unidentified flying target with an altitude of more than 20000 meters and a speed of more than 600 kilometers. Analyzing it using the heading chart, it was flying north after entering the Peking University New Year. We suspect it is most likely a new type of high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft of the American devils."

The major reported to the base commander somewhat nervously.

A new type of high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft! That’s right!

This is common sense, only airplanes can fly so fast and so high.

Although there has never been such an aircraft in the past, do the Americans have one?

I'm afraid only Buddha knows.

Well, we can’t mention Buddha. After all, Buddha is feudal superstition.

"Is it really a plane? How can it fly so high?"

The tone of the commander of the Sixth Flight Regiment turned serious.

High-altitude reconnaissance aircraft?
"Comrade Commander, from the current point of view, it is very likely."

When the major reported, the Soviet military adviser beside him said affirmatively,

"It must be a high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, and it must be the latest technology of the Americans! Our MiG-15 may not be able to fly that high, but we must try to get as close to it as possible! So, my suggestion is... Comrade Commander, please order an attack immediately."

The advisor's advice was an order, and without any hesitation, the flight commander immediately gave the order.

"Sound the alarm immediately and get our planes airborne! Use radar to guide them in their search for targets! We must shoot down the American devils' reconnaissance planes!"

The shrill sound of the alarm echoed in the sky above the Songkhla base. This was the first time the base had sounded the alarm outside of exercises. The anti-aircraft artillery positions near the base also sounded the alarm at the same time.

“Quick! Quick! Take off!”

The pilots, wearing leather flight jackets, rushed to the tarmac at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. Eleven of them could be seen in the distance.

Chadu ran to his MiG-15 fighter, climbed the boarding ladder skillfully, stepped into the cockpit, sat down, fastened various buckles, began to check the instruments of the fighter, and then started the engine.

At this time, the airport was filled with the roar of engines. Then Chadu pulled the glass canopy from behind. At the same time, he silently recited the pre-takeoff check procedure in his mind, scanning the cockpit instruments from left to right for the last check.

"Okay, comrades, follow us! We are going to beat the American devils!"

The shouts of comrades came over the radio.

"Let the Americans know how powerful our Siamese Air Force is!"

Following the command from the tower, Chadu quickly pushed the throttle to the floor; the jet engine roared. He felt the nose of the plane sway up and down slightly, and the ground began to retreat, faster and faster, and the vibration became stronger and stronger.

From a distance, he saw four MiG-15 fighters on the runway, which began to taxi and take off one after another, and finally flew into the sky. Chadu pulled the lever with all his strength, and the MiG fighter raised its nose and jumped into the air. The air defense alarm was still echoing over the airport behind him.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully. Don't miss any aerial targets."

The captain's voice came from Chadu's radio headset. Like other pilots, Chadu opened his eyes and looked towards the southeast sky to search for the American devils' high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft.

Where exactly are the high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft?
After more than ten minutes of visual search, everyone had the same question in mind: where is the plane? At this time, the two moving bright spots on the ground radar screen had already come into contact, and the voices on the radio were still confused and arguing about the enemy's whereabouts.

"0127, haven't you spotted the enemy yet? He's right in front of you, you've made contact!"

The flight commander shouted into the microphone,

How come the pilots in the air haven't spotted the American reconnaissance plane yet?

Chadu and his companions, who were flying the MiG-15 fighter jets, had already reached an altitude of 15500 meters, which was the practical ceiling of the MiG-15 fighter jets. All the pilots looked up at the sky, and finally a white plane appeared in Chadu's sight.

When Chadu discovered a reconnaissance plane at high altitude, Nobuo Fujita on the reconnaissance plane also discovered them.

"They finally came!"

Nobuo Fujita looked at the enemy plane with a serious expression. At the same time, he looked at the altimeter. It was 20000 meters. Seeing this altitude, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. This altitude must be safe.

While breathing a sigh of relief, he began taking pictures, and several military targets including Songkhla Airport were photographed one by one.

This is just one of his normal goals. He also needs to conduct reconnaissance on the secret training camp based on intelligence.
While Nobuo Fujita was taking pictures with his high-altitude reconnaissance camera, Chadu and his comrades were trying their best to fly high.

"Damn it! We can't fly!"

As everyone's curses echoed in the headphones, several MiG fighters in the sky kept leaping and climbing, again and again, like performers in an aerial circus, but they failed to hit the opponent every time. However, this high-altitude spy plane was flying too high.

"Oh my God! What kind of plane is this? How can it fly so high?"

At this moment, Chadu heard the commander's command in the headset.

"0127, our superiors have ordered us to shoot it down at all costs! We must not allow it to continue to move north!"

After receiving the order, Chadu immediately turned on the afterburner of the jet engine and climbed several times in succession. On the basis of exerting the maximum limit of the fighter, he rose more than 2000 meters. This time, he flew to an altitude of about 18000 meters. Then, Chadu communicated with five other pilots through the radio, and everyone opened fire on the spy plane in the air.

Perhaps the huge power of the shells fired by six fighters at the same time could have a chance to penetrate the balloon. Of course, as excellent fighter pilots, they also clearly know the consequences they may face by doing so. Because when multiple guns are fired at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the aircraft engine will easily suffer from hypoxia, and once the fighter plane "parks in the air", it is likely to cause a crash.

But for the sake of national security, Chadu and the other five pilots could not care less at this moment, and they were ready to sacrifice at any time. Then, under Chadu's command, six fighters quickly approached the spy plane in the air, and when the fighters flew to a distance of about 400 meters from the spy, the fighters maintained a climbing posture, and at Chadu's direct order, the six fighters immediately launched an attack on the spy plane.

At the moment the shells were fired, before the fighter jets could adjust their course, the two fighter jets fell into a stall spin and suddenly lost control, falling and flipping sideways.

Although the trail of light from the machine gun shells flew towards the spy plane, it still flew arrogantly at an altitude of 20000 meters.

After finally stabilizing the flying Chadu, he finally understood that maybe he could see it but could not stop it!

But now, they have paid the price - the two stalled fighter planes are falling continuously...

“What a bunch of guys who don’t know their own limits.”

Looking at the fighter plane falling due to stall, Nobuo Fujita couldn't help but mutter.

Then he continued to fly towards the target, leaving behind a few MiG fighters that could only watch him fly away.

On this day, the ghost was like a real ghost. It was flying in the sky as if it was in an empty space...

(End of this chapter)